Lisa's Story - Joyce Meyer Ministries. You will never ever regret forgiving other people none of us deserve the mercy we get we all deserve judgment yet God gives us mercy so how can we do anything less for other people.
Lisa Bevere: I grew up in an emotionally and physically abusive household. My mother was incredibly emotionally violent, and then my father was detached. He was an alcoholic. I never knew what I was going to come home to. I never knew what he was going to come home like. You know what was so amazing is I still wanted a relationship with my father. When I had children, I began to think, "maybe now my father will engage."
And I remember there was a time period where john and I loaded up our four boys, and we drove all the way down to go see my father, knocked on the door, and my father didn't answer. And there was just this little note, and he said, "i'm sorry, I changed my mind. I don't want to see you guys." I was like, "God, you know, I feel like I am utterly and completely fatherless, not because I don't have a father, but because my father doesn't want anything to do with me or with us." He said, "your dad has let go of any right to be your father." He said, "but baby girl, if you need something, you just call out to me." And at that point, my expectations for my father changed.
I was no longer looking for him to be what he couldn't be to me because I was getting that from my heavenly father. A year before my father died, my oldest son and I went and visited him. He was in an alcohol related dementia center, and I thought, "what do I say to this man who is on the edge of eternity?" And this is what I heard. "tell him he was a good dad." I thought, "no, no, i'm not telling somebody on the threshold of death a lie. He was not a good dad. I'm not telling that lie. I heard him again, the holy spirit said, "Lisa Bevere, he was as good as he knew how to be. Tell him he was a good dad." So, I grabbed ahold of my dad's hands, and I brought him up, you know, between us so I had full attention. And I looked him in the eyes, I said, "dad, you were a good dad." He began to shake. It was like , volts of electricity shot through that sicilian man, where he's weeping and crying, and he formed the only two words he spoke the entire time we were there. He kissed the back of my hands and he said, "thank you."
And when he said thank you, my dad wept and cried over my hands, and nodded as my son prayed him into eternity. And we put him to bed that night, and that was the last time that I ever got to see him. I don't know who it is you're afraid to love. I don't know if it's a father, I don't know if it's a mother, I don't know if it's a brother or somebody that violated you, but i'm just going to tell you that you will never, ever regret forgiving other people. None of us deserve the mercy we get. We all deserve judgment, and yet God gives us mercy. So, how can we do anything less for others? Be courageous, and love, and forgive.